"Of course, I wouldn't deceive you," Lott replied calmly, his voice steady.
Morgan fell silent, both outwardly and inwardly. She knew Lott well enough to recognize the weight behind his words. These were not just ordinary books; they held the power to change the world, more valuable than any weapon or treasure they had ever encountered.
"We must safeguard these," Morgan said seriously. "Translate them into Camelot's language and distribute them to our officials. This knowledge is too precious to be kept secret."
Lott nodded. "I was planning to do that, even if you hadn't suggested it."
"Camelot will become even stronger. Our population will grow, and our military might will overwhelm any opposition. I believe our future will be incredibly bright," Morgan added, her eyes sparkling with ambition.
Beside them, Gawain, though not fully understanding the gravity of the situation, sensed the intensity between her parents. She knew one thing for sure: it was time to make her exit. Staying any longer would only result in getting caught in their plans and being lectured. She decided to slip away quietly, a tactic she had perfected over the years.
The translation of the books wasn't something that needed to be rushed. With their immense content, even a partial translation would be a significant task. Lott decided to take it step-by-step.
Meanwhile, Camelot's army had been split. A portion stayed behind in Scotland under Kay's command to maintain order, while the rest returned to Camelot. Though only Ireland remained unoccupied in the British Isles, Lott and Morgan knew they couldn't afford to overextend themselves. Their forces were exhausted, and launching an overseas campaign without proper rest and preparation would be risky.
Moreover, they now had these invaluable books on infrastructure and development. Their immediate priority was to use this knowledge to build a stronger foundation for Camelot.
And so, they led their army back to the city of Camelot. The journey took over half a month, but finally, they returned home.
The first thing Lott and Morgan did upon their return was to check on their young son, Agravain. Despite their responsibilities, they were parents who deeply cared for their children.
Unlike Gawain, who had accompanied them on their campaigns, Agravain was too young to travel and had stayed behind. Now, at only eight months old, he was already showing signs of the composed demeanor that would define him as an adult.
The maids brought Agravain to them. The baby didn't cry or fuss. Instead, he regarded his parents with a calm, almost serious expression.
Gawain, watching from the side, couldn't help but chuckle. "Look at him, Dad. He's so composed for his age. Why don't we speed up his growth? That way, he can start helping you and Mom sooner."
Lott gently knocked Gawain on the head. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Ouch!" Gawain exaggerated her reaction, rubbing her head dramatically. Her antics made both Lott and Morgan laugh, and even little Agravain's stoic expression softened as he giggled at his sister's performance.
Morgan's heart swelled with warmth. She reached out and gently pinched Agravain's cheeks, causing him to giggle even more. Seeing his mother smile so brightly made the young boy laugh, a pure, joyful sound.
"Let him be a child for now," Morgan thought, her gaze tender as she watched her son. Compared to the other knights, Agravain's demeanor was far more serious. He bore a weight that was unusual for someone so young. Morgan wanted him to have a childhood filled with laughter and love, something she and Lott would ensure.
Lott joined in, making faces and playing with Agravain's tiny hands. Gawain, not wanting to be left out, also leaned in to tease her little brother. It was a rare moment of familial peace and joy, a brief respite from the responsibilities and challenges they faced.
If Agravain could speak, he would probably shout, "Stop! Don't gang up on me!" But all he could do was wriggle and laugh as his family showered him with attention.
Meanwhile, on the Island of Ireland…
"Master, we've arrived," Mash announced.
Ritsuka Fujimaru, leader of the Chaldeans, had decided to summon more heroic spirits to bolster their forces. With the challenges they faced, they needed every bit of strength they could muster.
This time, two familiar faces appeared from the summoning circle: Gawain and Agravain.
"Sir Gawain, Sir Agravain," Mash greeted them respectfully.
After the summoning was complete, Ritsuka approached them. "This time, we're up against Morgan. Do you think you can face her?"
"Of course," Agravain responded firmly. "In my previous life, I chose to serve my king. I will not hesitate now."
His expression was serious, his loyalty unwavering. On the other hand, Gawain, with his usual light-hearted demeanor, grinned and asked, "I've heard there's another me in this world. Is he as handsome and charming as I am?"
Mash hesitated, a sheepish smile forming on her face.
"What's wrong?" Gawain pressed.
"In this world, you're… a girl," Ritsuka answered.
"What?!" Gawain exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.
He glanced at Agravain. "What about him? Is he the same?"
Agravain's expression mirrored Gawain's shock. "What about me?"
Ritsuka tried to stifle a laugh. "You're also quite different. Right now, you're just a baby."
"A baby!" Gawain burst out laughing. "I have to see this! Please, let me see if I get the chance."
Gawain, as the older brother, had always seen Agravain as a serious and reserved figure. The thought of his stoic brother as a helpless infant was too amusing to resist. While he and Gareth had grown up together, he had never known Agravain as a child.
Agravain, still trying to process this information, shook his head. "Everyone starts as a baby, Gawain. Even you."
"Yes, but the Gawain in this world didn't quite follow that path," Ritsuka noted. "She grew up almost overnight."
Both Agravain and Gawain looked shocked at this revelation.
"This world is more distorted than I thought," Agravain murmured. "We must set it right."
"Absolutely," Gawain agreed. "Even though Lott and Morgan seem like good people, we're destined to oppose them. We have to give it everything we've got."
Ritsuka nodded. "Yes, our mission is clear. No matter how much we respect them, we must do what we came here to do."
With determination in their hearts, they prepared themselves for the battles to come.